Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1682: Chapter 1499: Alex's Mobile Fortress



Stepping through the invisible barrier that cloaked the fortress, Maria found herself hovering before a majestic palace, its grandeur mirroring the wonder of the floating citadel itself. It wasn't just a palace; it was a monument to their love, a testament to the family they had built together.

The palace, constructed from a pale, pearlescent stone that shimmered with an inner light, stood proudly at the heart of the fortress. It wasn't a cold, imposing structure, but one imbued with warmth and heart. Delicate balconies adorned the facade, overflowing with vibrant flowers that bloomed year-round thanks to strategically placed magical wards. The windows, crafted from polished amethyst - the same material that graced the fortress's spires - shimmered with an ever-shifting kaleidoscope of colors.

But the true focal point was the grand entrance. Two massive oak doors, reinforced with bands of polished silver, stood open, beckoning Maria inside. Carved upon these doors, intertwined in a swirling tapestry of love and loyalty, were the faces of Alex and his women. Alex's face, etched with a familiar kindness and determination, seemed to gaze out at her, a silent reminder of the love that fueled her fight. The faces of his women, each unique in their beauty and strength, were rendered with meticulous detail, capturing the fierce devotion they shared for their family and their cause.

As Maria hovered before the door, her gaze lingered on the carvings. Each face, imbued with a touch of magic, seemed to emanate a warmth that filled her with a renewed sense of purpose. This wasn't just a fortress; it was a home, a sanctuary built on love and unity. And here, within these walls, they would face the coming storm together.

As Maria crossed the threshold, the familiar scent of lavender and spiced honey greeted her, instantly transporting her to a haven of warmth and love. The air buzzed with a soft hum, a comforting presence woven from countless wards protecting their home.

Two young women, their faces bright with smiles, rushed forward to greet her. Dressed in flowing gowns of emerald green, the color of the verdant landscape below, they bowed low in respect. They were twins, Eleera and Elaara, gifted healers with a mischievous glint in their hazel eyes and a fierce loyalty that rivaled any warrior.

"Welcome home, milady," they both chirped in unison, their voices light and melodic.

"We've been expecting you. The other mistresses are eagerly awaiting your arrival in the grand hall."

A soft smile tugged at Maria's lips.

"Thank you, Eleera and Elaara," Maria replied, her voice gentler than the usual icy command.

"I have something to discuss with them anyway."

With a grateful nod towards the twins, Maria followed the twins, Eleera and Elaara, their emerald gowns shimmering as they led her through the opulent hallways of the palace. The warmth that had initially greeted her intensified, a tapestry woven from laughter, conversation, and the delicious aroma of freshly baked bread. This wasn't just a grand entrance; it was a living testament to the vibrant life that thrived within these walls.

Finally, they reached the grand hall. It was a marvel of both magical engineering and artistic design. The high ceilings, vaulted and adorned with intricate constellations etched in shimmering mithril, seemed to stretch towards an endless twilight sky. The air shimmered with a soft, ethereal glow emanating from strategically placed magical crystals that cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the polished marble floor.

Massive tapestries, woven with scenes depicting valiant battles and legendary heroes, adorned the walls. These were not just decorations; they were testaments to their shared strength and a constant reminder of the fight that lay ahead. At the far end of the hall, a raised dais, crafted from a single, enormous obsidian crystal, held a long table laden with delicacies and steaming cups of herbal tea.

Seated around the table were Maria's companions, the mistresses of the house:

Luna, Incirsio, Gracier, Kuina and Saeko were there.

Sera, Alice and Artemia, three other members of their group, were noticeably absent. Eris the wolf lady was on her way to the fortress.

As Maria entered the grand hall, all conversation ceased. Every gaze turned towards her, a mixture of relief and anticipation in their eyes.

"Welcome home, Maria," Luna greeted, her voice laced with a warmth that belied her usual stoicism. "We were beginning to worry."

Maria's gaze drifted to Incursio, the newest member of their group. The woman with eyes like ruby and an aura of raw magic leaned back in her chair, a flicker of curiosity sparking in her gaze.

"Unforeseen complications, you say?" Incursio inquired, her voice a low rumble that vibrated with power.

"Explain, Ice Queen. What transpired in that place?"

Taking a deep breath, Maria summoned her icy composure, pushing aside the weariness that threatened to engulf her. She recounted the tale of the desolate city, the chilling battle with the formless entity, and the unsettling encounter with Number Two. As she spoke, the warmth of the grand hall seemed to recede, replaced by the phantom chill of the false god realm.

She described Number Two in detail - the unsettling familiarity, the unnerving power, and the chilling words about a ritual and the sacrifice of an heir.

"A chilling adversary," Luna commented, her voice laced with concern as Maria concluded her tale.

"Number Two sounds far more dangerous than the Numbers we usually face."

Gracier, her serene eyes filled with a flicker of worry, spoke next.

"And this ritual... it mentions sacrificing a heir. Do you think they know about Kuina's pregnancy?"

Maria met Gracier's concerned gaze. "It's a possibility we can't ignore," she admitted. Silence descended upon the hall, the weight of the revelation hanging heavy in the air. Saeko broke the tense silence.

Kuina's body tensed, she started thinking who might have leaked that information because only those present here and her mother know this information, none of them would betray her so this leave the option of the organization using foresight, something possible. Soon everyone arrived at this conclusion but whether the heir thing was referring really to Alex must be confirmed.

"We need a plan," she said, her voice firm and unwavering.

"Maria, tell us about this Number Two's powers. What weaknesses did you observe?"

Maria described Number Two's reliance on shadows and her manipulation of chaos energy. A heated discussion followed, each woman offering their insights and expertise. The air crackled with a renewed sense of purpose, a fierce determination to protect their family and

their home.

"We need to be ready," Luna declared, her eyes blazing with determination.

"We need to be prepared for a potential attack."

Maria nodded in agreement.

"But before we do anything," she added, her voice hardening with resolve, "we need to learn

more about this Number Two. We cannot fight an enemy we don't understand."

A plan began to take shape. While a team would be dispatched to warn Alex and their daughters, the remaining members would delve into their vast network of informants, seeking any shred of information about Number Two and the coming storm.

In the grand hall of The Touch's Fortress, amidst the warmth of their shared purpose, the war council had begun. Maria, the Ice Queen, would not be cowed. They had faced hardship before, and they would face it again. But this time, they were prepared. With their love for each other and their unwavering resolve as their weapons, they would protect their family and their world, no matter what the Chaos Organization threw at them.